He never knew his parents. He only has faint memories of his mother. There's images of long hair that curled around her horns, strands as white as the full moon. A lullaby echos in his head that was sung to him was he was an infant, now all he remembers is the tune.
He has a couple facial piercings. There's three rings on his right ear and one on his left ear. All of them he got from his time with the Valos-kas Mercenaries.
Before he was with with them, he wandered Thedas, doing odd jobs and sometimes even resorting to thievery to get by. He joined up with random mercenary groups for some extra coin but they never gave him any kind of respect because he was a Qunari until he was recruited by the Valos-Kas.
He grew up an orphan on Nar Shaddaa. At birth he was taken to a local orphanage right away by his parents. Luckily, he had a decent childhood. The orphanage gave him a family to confide in, to love and what not. It was also decently small, run by a nice Twi'lek couple, there was about 7 of them?
Going into the Republic military was not his plan at all. In fact, he had no idea what he wanted to do with his life growing up. He was far too busy taking care of his brothers and sisters to worry about himself. Eventually he joined alongside his brother Vii'to.